Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Sikh at the Solstice

There, surrounded by the verdant, wild beauty of the heath I felt connected with Nature herself. I lay on my back and stared at the sky that was preparing a slow welcome for twilight. I became acutely aware that I was sitting on a planet that spun on an axis and was orbited by a moon in a solar system that was part of a galaxy that itself was but a slither [sic. "sliver"?] of a wider universe. I felt small, I became insignificant. I knew my place in the cosmos and the cosmos knew its space around me. It was a deeply profound moment, broken only by a shrieking child running to his mother, frightened by the apparently dead, pink turbaned man in the Lincoln green dress.

It is actually one of the best meditations on the festival that I have ever read, perhaps because it looks at our world as it is.

Me, I'll be watching the dogs and kayaks at FIBArk. Happy Litha, everyone.

1 Comments:

Mr Singh is marvellous and should be encouraged by huge government grants. He pops up on the TV now and again, sometimes wearing a kilt and a turban.

Splendid article - I do hope he will be covering more Pagan festivals, this is the best article I have seen on this, so he's certainly welcome (green smock optional). Beautifully written and funny in an affectionate way. Thanks for posting this, Chas.